I think I may be nearing the end of my Anita Brookner phase. Tales of single women (and occasionally me) of a certain age and their quiet London lives are just too small scale for me at the moment. The horizons in travel writing are set that much higher.
Still, I enjoyed this slim tale of an abandoned wife, although I couldn’t help but be irritated by her rather naive attitude towards the sponging step-mother and toddler duo she falls in thrall to.
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